Monday, July 24, 2017

#MicropoetryMonday - July 17 - 23, 2017







Micropoems:


Ahh, Kentucky!

I had a long distance
summer romance
when I was young
with a boy from KY

Our love rolled
just like the hills


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Under watchful eye,
sleeping soundly,
under guiding light

Dreaming in sun splashes,
feeling comfort of phosphenes,
gentle bright


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vibrance can be loud
piercing
eyes of neon

a blinding kind of song
from a throat
from the air

take cover
i'm covered
i'm scared


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Man on the moon,
deep in guilt
Lunar love--
I gave fully
I swelled with pride
I beamed--
You met me half way
half moon,
untrusting


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Aurora Borealis in your night sky
and I'm waiting for the sun to set on my loneliness

Soon, the eclipse will come
and we'll meet in the air


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even next to you,
me leaning into
your tiny bird frame

you're fading,
and we're still bridging the shores
between us


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I'll take your sprinkling of rain
It'll do to refresh me for a moment
I'll ponder reflections
in those glass teardrops


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My eyes skim

the surface

of you floating on your back,

glittering mermaid

standing out;

an emerald

on the jeweled lake


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This old poet
ran wild once,
singing of suffering & death
I was entranced by brilliant verbiage
dripping from his wagging tongue


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Severing shadows
They followed too close,
Consumed me

I'm banishing them
They can stay behind me
Because love is here and now


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Circus music played
and you danced around
your paints—a menagerie
of color and splendor,
companionship of sound


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blood dotted
'blanc bras'
you taught me that
it meant white arm
you said etchings
I said self harm
droplets of fire
cries for help


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Seeds in small hands

leaving legacies
Gifts to grow, plants of hope

so future generations
can dance again
in green fields


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We'll meet,
clasping wings
after the journey

Together, we'll fly
and we'll part
once the clouds do

It's what must be done


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A too late discovery

We cry over lost chances
but faithfully

strain our eyes
to see the traces
of magic left behind


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A past life,
revisited

There's brightness in an old soul,
somewhere

Layers under layers,
inquisitive


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I'm calling the water
to come down

The stillness answers
with a sky full of clouds

I dance for the raindrops
to fall to the ground


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Onyx raven
speaks esoterically
to the children who listen
to the symphony of the night
where omniscient eyes
move beyond worlds


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Sirens

a warning call
a lulling lullaby

the eye of the beholder
the ears of the spelled
the danger of falling in too deep


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Hours of exquisite words
Imprinted images on stinging eyes
Poetry becomes an obsession
An attainable source of pain & bliss


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Haiku:





the seagulls catch the
tail end of the nor'easter
take their precious flight


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His quicksand tactics,
leveling the playing field
by sinking down deep


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VSS (Very Short Stories):


"Imagine"

They finally arrived in places
beyond what they could imagine.


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WIP (Works in Progress): Sneak Peek Lines


She said I was so selfish with my secrets
I said I gotta hang on to something


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It was so humid mom said Mother Nature had a sweat lodge ceremony.
It explained why we were all in a constant state of purging.


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"This place is odd. Everyone running around looking for themselves in other people."
"If you think that's strange, wait until they find it."


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Monday, July 17, 2017

#MicropoetryMonday - July 10 - 16, 2017




Micropoems:





Larkspur sky, the one you like best
You'd never cut those flowers
You said you liked how they looked
on late nights, deep indigo



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I saw shimmering sand
in my eyes before the blackout

I saw a purple halo around the sun
& felt peaceful

I saw with my heart



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Circles,
smoke rings

Friends held firefly lights
in fumbling fingers

They'd go eventually,
simmering to a silent haze



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Pile of rubble,
of rock,
of cysts

Constant threat
of kidney stones,
of slivers

Faithful organs
of thorns,
of barbed wire defenses



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Your tattoos
foreign to me
exotic patterns
art on flesh

You were canvas
for projecting
daydreams
fragile fantasy
an ink affair



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the ticking metronome
became a hammering knock

the pressure of the room,
of the viewers,
of the performers

cold sweat & fear



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Amplified voices,
still no one hears

They're listening
to what their own

inner dialogue interprets
as what's harmful

& what's no big deal



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Sinking ship
gave in to rock bottom
in the grey turned crimson morning
Salt tear sailor serenade
The captain kneels
in prayerful desperation



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Blessings at best.
Curses at worst.
Embracing unusual gifts, the better choice.
Running from one's self proved impossible.


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He only saw himself-
perfect flash-
in all my broken pieces

Our mirrored love
through a windshield
on a low visibility pass



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They can take it all from me, but never
the power to imagine and create

They're wind in my fire,
inspiring in their evil ways



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Deep pools of gnosis
in the seer's eyes

Waves of a jeweled hand,
a flutter of owl's wings

Possibilities painted
in crystal wisps



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The subtle caress
of the desert wind
and the silken touch
of a floating feather
are comforts from Creator
on a lonely night



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Too late
to reverse
past mistakes
so we sit back, strap in,
and enjoy the entropy



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In faith, they held on
to her threads of strength

Rapid eyelids speak stories
of a squeeze from a lifeless hand



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Telling stories about what's
waiting in the woods
Horror beyond nightmare
waiting in the woods
He hears all
waiting in the woods



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Illumination
in quietude

A pure voice
hidden in your dark

A soul key stirring
an awakening

A spiritual fire
catching a spark



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I was fixated on the point
I wanted to keep

The stretch of time
I wanted unchanged

I wanted to carry it with me
& spread it on my present



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just breathe in
the sniffle of jasmine
crisp air post snowfall
burnt embers in smoldering fires
sent on the wind from home



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Dangling in dreams
from your edges

Landing in a haven
halfway between here &

On the moor at midnight,
dancing with your ghost


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Never a time again
for us around the table
Or taking refuge under
covered awning
You were my shelter too
My protection from pain


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seeds of yesterday
grief garden

sun forever pierces the grey
blinds me

vines of remembrance
bind me

you're the sky
behind me


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Dreams of mirrors
leading to darkness
pulling me asunder
desperately swallowing
gasps of unclean air
filling shallow lungs


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life is all a dance
& I can't lead anymore

you carry me through
these broken river rhythms

keep me floating
on water & air


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Attempts to edit
my shadow
from these pages

I put whole paragraphs
to rest & still the oak casts
me in darkness

I feel at home


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The idea of mermaid fins
didn't appeal to me

I would not be bound,
but instead become water

Flowing, free, & fearless


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She pushes buttons
down to the deep roots
She does it well
Stirring calm ponds
Throwing boys back like fishes
out of idle boredom


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Take leave, quiet creator,
off to serve a nagging voice
urging a forced ending
to this crude dramatic play


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So much can happen
over one cigarette

We followed signals
around the corner

Sparks lit & I
laughed myself into a headache


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By blue light,
an orb glow, it appeared mystical
She sat recalling dreams
while he watched
long enough
to believe in the presence of auras


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The music changed
and the enchantress danced,
her strings pulled
by forces unseen,
by wraiths unclean

We spun, nearly drowning
in a trance


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The player,
careless with a vinyl heart
skipping in love's presence,
leaves scratches,
deep and worn


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eyes from a faded daguerreotype
follow us across the foyer

her gaze speaks
of that which makes the sixth sense stir


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Haiku:






So much going on
the intro of what's to come
is forever long



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VSS (Very Short Story):


The movie Jaws bore in her a fear of humans with weapons & determination, rather than a fear of sharks. She swam accordingly.


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WIP (Work in Progress): Sneak peek!


If you were here you'd teach me how to conjure a summer storm.


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Monday, July 10, 2017

#MicropoetryMonday - July 3 - 9, 2017







Micropoems:

For me
the fireworks
are the last time
I had a coherent conversation
with my grandmother    She said
they weren't any good



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I was raised by strong women
shot through the heart
by repeated injustices
who still held true
with nothing touching the ground



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On the cusp of complete disconnection,
I dust off runes before the voices of the ancients
get lost in all the new world fray



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My dream is to wake up in a world where me and my people aren't referred to as past tense while we're sitting in a room breathing.


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We're dream people
listening for the whispers
behind the sound,
seeing the reflection of wind
in a curious eye,
feeling the visions in fire



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The autumn leaf
at the turning point
before decomposition

Fights to stay vibrant
dances to stay beautiful
crushed under foot



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Through the window
I see the length of the street
I imagine routines
in neighbors' houses
& wonder how they
find strength to sleep



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Nighttime downtown
with its electric taste

Bloodstreams glow
with stimulants

Synthetic strings & bass beats
fuel dimming hearts



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My thoughts
with their own form
of feathered freedom
turning murky lately
All the bird chatter
I'm scattered
Waiting to take off



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First ceremony, a revision,
revitalizing marrow in my bones

I was blessed to hear my very soul singing
in a language all its own



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Twig snap
among the thistles
You've arrived,
our nestled place
where we hide
from hateful eyes
Fair moonlight!
Don't give us away



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Please,
shake me awake
before swirling specters
plunge me into pleading shadows
mercilessly begging to awaken
with me from dream



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A kinda clairvoyant teacher
told me I'd be living
in two different worlds
my entire life

She laughs from the other side now
because she was so right



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This morning
there is concern in the air

Baby pigeons cry
for their worried mother

Messengers
telling me I have reasons
to feel this way



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A quickening
you're hyper aware of
at the worst times

Life,
moving way too fast
while you scurry about to safety

                                           --Pulse



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This edge is thinning

I've teetered,
walked fine lines,

skated thin ice
for too long,
and I'm ready to take that free fall



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Leaning heavily
on independent thought,
life was lonely

A rebel of the hive mind,
the scale of relatability,
nonexistent



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She hated
silk on skin
So synonymous
with his smooth lines, lies
Left behind,
lingering trace of incense,
smell of burnt regret



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Did the plunderers sleep well
under stars stolen selfishly?
Their ground, their hatred
Wide eyes forever washing their filthy hands



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An electric angel
with a day-glo palette

Neon artist
in the dark

Heaven is
the slate room

Blessed
by your spatterings



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A few steps behind,
I cool in the shadow
of their flowing skirts

These sainted girls,
anointed in juniper breeze,
I follow with blind grace



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Crawling along
fragile threads of forgiveness,
the turtle lost its shell
Too vulnerable without a home
At the mercy of patience



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The painting
catches my eye,
ensnaring me
in beautiful colors of soul

The artist
captures my heart,
completing me,
making me whole



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His face

Coiled smile
with the charm of a snake

Turning every table
Slithering in every secret space
Rattling the whole place



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The stories of the ruby glow
in the basement kept me up

Thoughts of angels
sitting on the edge of my bed
kept me watching



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"Is the desert lethargic?"

Is thirst not apparent
in my inflection?

  My croaking tone
  My day time yawning

My self loathing
& dry humor



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The road to dreamland is paved in birdsong.


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Bury silver streaks
like a hidden treasure

Wisdom with time
shines underneath

layers of cascading
chestnut waves



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After dinner, in the summer,
indulging in whimsy outside
Uncle & I
dodging dragonflies
under an orange creamsicle dream sky



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I walked about
on concrete fantasy

Reality was a shadow best ignored

Until I fell, scraping trembling knees
on the trusted floor



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They missed the wasted wishes
outlining the sky

They were busy watching fireworks
burst in each other's eyes



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Jam sessions

My brother
would wait for
the nod of approval
or my dad's 2-steppin' toe tap

I imagine anyway
I was a hidden ghost
in his mind



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Attacks
of loneliness
of frustration
of confinement
of anxiety
of flashes of memory
of depression

Counterattacks
of laughter
of love
of love



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My medicine wheel,
my visual guide,
when I see
I connect,
look past,
step out into the sunlight,
breathe wonder,
walk the Red Road



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Kids in bed
"You have so many"
Smokes in hand,
busy day, she hasn't had any
My mother says so much
with cigarettes and silence



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When I visit
I can see you
braiding sweet grass

I can smell cedar
and think of your spirit house
from all these years away



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The world may be upside down,
but there is still the medicine

There is still the healing,
and the resilience of the people,
and our ways



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The grill smell takes me back

My family gathers
for food & funerals

These three things
will always be
my foundation



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In distress
Castaway
I drift
through hazy days

Blending
into backgrounds
Floating
on beauty and blaze

Of fires long
blown out
and away



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Blood has its own climate
Struggling to maintain
a heart stranded in an environment
that seems to want to kill it
It flows for lost seasons



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Reaching out
is the most difficult thing for me

I'd rather hide behind
"No, really, I'm fine"


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Have no fear, we all have secrets

Who will carry the burden
of the barren when shackled arms
can't hold up brittle frames
anymore?


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Surprise knocking

You're always leaving
the essence of your beauty behind

Open door
Shy hi

I drown in eyes of ocean blue


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Muttering wisdom,
layered complaints

Our berry kissed
shaking fingertips
picked

Stuffing hungry mouths,
robbing the pie filling


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You add so much to my
lavish description of my
mediocre existence & my
most humble insistence
is that you stick around


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Sticking to the bubble
because when I dipped a toe outside
it shook with fear
Dangerous waters
Everyone who's somewhere else is someone else


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Under a translucent spell she remained opaque. Too many secrets were at stake. 


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all I love
relevant to me
out of fashion
out of date

all I hold dear
becoming obsolete
out of modern times
out of the old days


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Some nature
shows us how mortal we are

This is temporary,
this tangible body

The soul, eternal
24 hour life cycle

Seize the day


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Chaos
is the seizure
or the moment before
when something's
not quite right
and I'm pulled
to light

Serenity
is waking up alive


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Skilled in the magical art of disappearing,
he bred us to be escape artists

Forever seeking a way out
and away from ourselves


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We were open
Bleeding in desperation
practically
for experiences
Now we live with eyes closed
to not see our youth
burn & fade away


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My favorite traveler
says he misses my earth tones

So I lay upon rust colored stones
& we bake in the vengeful sun


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I was a moth,
not as beautiful as she,
a monarch, a butterfly
Attracted to her vague flame,
her way of telling me without saying a word


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The blues musicians,
who sing their sorrows
while the crowds
swing their hips

The guitars sing too,
of the best ways to escape


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We melt
in dire heat

Wind carries the wildfires
We smell distant smoke

Pray, sing, dance, breathe
for blessed rain


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The unknown,
an obsession
The unexplained is so alluring
We plunge down rabbit holes, willingly
We trust in the search,
the escape


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The gloaming brings
a deafening buzz of cicada symphony
Now is good
to put on the midnight coffee roast
With so much time
to think on ghosts


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I'll keep my face of stone
while you pelt me with a barbed militia
of outdated insults,
my teeth gritted in a firm hold on truth


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Haiku:




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plain truth palette hides
lies in coal shades, shadow play
artful deception 


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VSS (Very Short Stories):


"Tradition"

Recipes of tradition. The kitchen
smells of savory childhood happiness.


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She was my shimmering light brightening each lackluster moment and in this period of darkness I miss her.


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It's the time of day where the light is fading and I can feel my soul rejoice.


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King Crab, we called him. Long car rides brought out his snappy side & the shade of his angered face was Michigan apple red.


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WIP (Works in Progress):


--"There is no escape from that draining bastard known as my identity."


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--"I'm here. Harboring horror stories."


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